“I understand, Darcia, that your aunt wishes you to visit her tomorrow in Paris.”
“Yes, Reverend Mother.”
“You know that I disapprove of my pupils going to Paris or having anything to do there in the city?”
“Yes, Reverend Mother.”
“I should have thought that you might have explained this to your aunt and that instead she could have come to see you here in the Convent.”
“Perhaps, Reverend Mother, she would find the journey too arduous.”
There was silence as the Reverend Mother regarded the girl facing her on the other side of the desk with scrutinising eyes.
There was no doubt that Darcia, since she had been in her charge, had blossomed into a considerable beauty.
Perhaps it was this that had made her feel reluctant, very reluctant, although she could not explain why, to allow the E
